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AI slop prompters will never feel the exhilaration of drawing fanatically. Time becomes irrelevant. Your body morphs into just a device for devotion. You are devotion. Never blinking. Your heart beat might as well have never began, because you have become a machine for craft. You are every person before you that has ever touched pencil to paper. Your blood sings as you become a singularity. Never blinking. Never breathing. Never hearing. Eyes on paper, hand moving as if pushed and pulled by an unknown force. They will never understand the madness you feel when you enter a state where you do not starve, ache, or think. The moment you snap out of that haze, your hands covered in graphite and your stomach clawing at your insides for sustenance, that's the closest thing to divinity I have ever felt. I chase it even when my body deteriorates. I understand the weakness of my flesh and it does not deter me

I am a shark defender not in the sense or “they’re puppies 🥺” but in the sense of “these are literal apex predators that are in their home. we know that’s their home, they do not intentionally eat humans bc we are not their natural prey and they’d never attack us if we never went into their habitat. that’s always the risk we take if we go too far out into the ocean and we shouldn’t demonise sharks any more than we should demonise a tiger that mauled some idiot who thought climbing into their enclosure at the zoo would be a good idea. they’re doing what is natural to them and it’s generally pretty easy to just stay tf away from them”

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